we’re old, guys.
What about those of us who remember the great Blackout of 2005?
You know, the time someone literally pressed the big red DO NOT PRESS button and turned LJ off.
… We are so old =(
I think I met 50% of the people I follow on LJ!
I’d say I miss LJ, but it’s technically still there.
I miss how LJ used to be prior to it getting fucked over by Russian hackers causing massive extensive DNS disruptions.
Oh man. I DO remember the Great Blackout…
#I miss lj mostly because interacting with people on here sucks #reblogging is no way to have a conversation
Patty and I met on LJ! 7 years together later this month.
On LJ since ‘02. Still there.
THE GREAT BLACKOUT WAS A HORRIBLE TIME
I would use my LJ more if more people were on it, but there’s honestly no point. I just miss LJ culture a lot :B
Same. I’ve made some amazing connections on Tumblr, but I do miss the way LJ used to be.
Yeah, me too. Tumblr is fun, but I feel like it lacks some of the community that LJ had, and uh… it’s not brilliant for commenting on stuff without having to follow a million reblog links.
"Ah, you sleep with your bedroom door open? You know what we call people like you? POTENTIAL ZOMBIES"
— (via notfatshepard)
Do you reckon they still get spam messages on Rofflenet? Like people offering herbal viagra, or Zom-B-Gone.
"I am a Nigerian Prince looking for someone to transfer my vast supply of tinned food and medical supplies."
"Meet hot living singles in your settlement! XXX Action!"
"If you don’t send this email on to 10 people in the next 24 hours, the zombies will find you!"
That the writers of Six to Start look over a script and go, “Yeah, that’ll fuck with ‘em…”
I mean. God DAMN.
I think they have meetings where they decide how best to screw with our feelings. They all sit around, cackling manically while they decide exactly where to put the gutpunch.
…It’s what I do when I’m writing fic.
So with talk of Janine’s four-poster bed and Jack finding himself outside her bedroom, my brain went wild and created some BDSM PWP.
Jack/Janine/Simon, NC-17. When Simon invites Jack to join him and Janine in the farmhouse, the night gets very intense while they all push their boundaries.
The leather strap smacks against his back and he slams forward against the bed post. He brings up his hands, tightly held in their handcuffs on the other side of the post, and clings to the wood. A moan escapes his lips.
“Jesus, Jack, got enough drama there? She’s barely started, mate.”
I can’t actually press ‘like’ enough for this fic <3 It is amazing! I love the snark between Jack and Simon and all of Jack’s little observations (Simon’s masochism, the carvings in the bed posts). Janine being scary dom and caring at the same time is lovely to read.
Ahhh and cuddling at the end. So so happy! :D
true friendship is willfully making someone’s emotional devastation over fictional characters worse